Boundless Sky

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"Fellow daoists are overwhelmed. Pindao didn't come here for any purpose. If there is any purpose, it is that pindao and the fellow daoists behind pindao don't want to see demons in the future. A big family situation has happened!"

Faced with Houtu's doubts, Ming He quickly explained, "Fellow Daoists should be very clear about how rampant the monster race is."

"Except for the poor, most of the innate gods don't have much affection for the Yaozu. If the Yaozu gains power in the future, the entire prehistoric land may not be peaceful!"

"What Fellow Daoist said is true!" Hearing Styx's explanation, Houtu nodded with a clear face, "The monster race is rampant, if they rule the prehistoric world in the future, I am afraid it will be difficult for the gods to want to be at ease. The balance between the two clans of liches is in line with the wishes of most innate gods."

"Fellow Daoist Styx, don't worry, as long as my witch clan exists, I won't let the ambition of the monster clan succeed!"

"Fellow Taoist Houtu can figure out the key point, then the poor Taoist will not be in vain this time."

After the words fell, Minghe got up and cupped his fists, as if he was about to leave.

"The purpose of this trip has been achieved, and the poor Taoist should go back to practice, and strive to successfully kill the corpse before the next lecture, and completely step into the quasi-sage realm!"

"Since Fellow Daoist wants to go back and kill the corpse, the Houtu won't keep it anymore. See you in Haotian Palace three thousand years later!"

After saluting each other, Styx turned into a blood-colored rainbow light, and in a blink of an eye, he left the Houtu ancestor witch land and disappeared into the unknown void.

"Sister, is what Styx said worth believing?"

As Styx completely left, several burly figures of ancestral witches exuding endless evil aura appeared in the hall of Houtu ancestral witches.

"This person may have other purposes, but what he said before is not false. All the innate gods really want to maintain the balance between the two clans of liches, and they don't want to see one clan dominate!"

Several of the burly men nodded upon hearing the words, "Among our brothers and sisters, you are the only one with a good brain. Since you think there is no problem, then it should be no problem... But, there is really a problem with Taoist Haotian. A method that can sanctify our witch clan?"

"Is there any, next time you hear the sermon, don't you know if you ask?"

Speaking of this, Hou Tu suddenly seemed to have a feeling in her heart. She felt that there was a holy seat that belonged to her in the dark, but if she wanted to get this holy seat, the price she had to pay was probably not ordinary.

"As long as the Wu clan can continue, I am willing to pay no matter how high the price is!" Looking up at the void, Houtu murmured in his heart, secretly making up his mind.

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In the Haotian Palace, Cheng Hao did not continue to practice, but sat cross-legged on the high platform, immersing himself in the plane chat group.

In the chat group, Cheng Hao's figure appeared on a small island floating on the ocean of endless Taoism.

As soon as he appeared, the people who were chatting in the chat group suddenly became quiet and set their eyes on him.

"Master, you haven't shown up for a while, what have you been up to lately?" Among Cheng Hao's disciples, except for Wu Kong, Xiao Yan was the most lively one, so he asked first with a smile .

"I went to the Great Desolate World as a teacher. I have been busy recently. I finally have some leisure today. I will go online to see you."

There are not many members online today, except for Xiao Yan, there are only Luo Feng, Chen Nan, Pi Zilong and others. As for the others, they are probably not practicing or have important matters, so they cannot go online for the time being.

"In the Great Desolate World, disciples know, is there Hongjun Daozu, Sanqing and other saints?" Xiao Yan asked excitedly.

"Indeed!" Cheng Hao nodded with a smile.

"Then Master, how is our strength compared to that of a saint?" Luo Feng, who grew up on the earth, naturally knew something about the prehistoric world, so he asked immediately.

"Although your strength has reached the peak at the sixth level, it is still much worse than that of the saints. The strength of the saints has reached the level of the seventh level. At least in the prehistoric, they can easily display the seventh level. Level combat power!"

"That's it..." Xiao Yan and Luo Feng looked at each other. They had always looked relaxed, but now they also showed serious expressions on their faces. They didn't seem to expect that, because they were almost standing His strength at the pinnacle of the world is not even considered a saint in the prehistoric world.

"In this way, only after Senior Brother Ji Ning and Senior Madam Lin Xi break through the retreat can they have the strength to fight against the Saint!" Xiao Yan sighed.

"Oh? The two of them, are they going to break through to the seventh level?" Cheng Hao really didn't know about the cultivation status of Lin Xi and others after not being online for so long.

"Well, the teacher's wife and senior brother Ji Ning have been discussing the way of swords these days. It seems that the two of them have realized something not long ago. They have gone offline for retreat. Maybe when they go online again next time, they will be at the seventh level!"

A look of envy appeared in Xiao Yan's expression. Ji Ning, his teacher's wife and the others did not practice the Haotian Jing, but they walked out of their own path. Stepping into the seventh level is already a matter of course.

But he, Luo Feng and the others are practicing the Haotian Jing, and among the exercises taught by the master before, the highest is to cultivate to the peak of the sixth level. As for how to break through to the seventh level, they have no idea. Know.

Although they have made many attempts over the years, and have wanted to create their own cultivation methods after the sixth level, the seventh level is like a natural moat, and they are stuck tightly, and it is almost difficult to break through.

The seventh level is basically the limit that a chaotic universe can bear. In this level, there is no clear method of cultivation, and it is almost difficult to complete it only by groping a little bit.

Just like the dark quasi-immortal emperors on the other side of the perfect world, they have explored countless epochs and destroyed one civilization after another, but in the end, even stepping into the threshold of the seventh step, the difficulty of this can be imagined .

"Haha, boy Haotian, what realm are you now? Have you ever stepped into the seventh rank? Don't be overtaken by your own disciples and mother-in-law later. Then, as a master, wouldn't it be a good face for you?"

Ruffian Dragon lay lazily on the floating island not far from Cheng Hao, while drinking fine wine, he listened to the conversation between Cheng Hao's master and apprentice, and occasionally chimed in a few words.

"That would disappoint you, an old ruffian. This seat has already stepped into the seventh-order chaotic state."

Cheng Hao has long been used to the ruffian dragon's inconspicuous behavior, and he is not angry at all. On the contrary, he feels that it is quite interesting to have such a joke to enliven the atmosphere.